"Qing'er is right, they really don't deserve the surname Yang!" Old Yang also said dullly.

"Third brother, I will open the family tree later and remove them both!"

Old Yangtou gritted his teeth as he spoke, and slapped his palms heavily on the armrests of the wheelchair.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the veins on the back of Old Yangtou's hand. Yongxian, the first cousin, had always been Old Yangtou's darling. Even though he didn't get any honors, in the old man's heart, this weight was far more important than that of Da'an, the grandson of the number one scholar in the third room.

Much more!

To be able to make the old man say such things, it seemed that he was really angry this time.

Even when Yang Yongxian slept with Yun Ya, Lao Yangtou had never been so angry.

The little grandpa has a soul in heaven. If he could hear this, he would definitely be very moved.

"Sir, we'll talk about the removal later. The first priority is to take care of my little grandpa's funeral." Yang Ruoqing said.

Then he turned around and said to Yang Yongqing: "And my little cousin, don't be impulsive. Let's handle the little grandpa's funeral smoothly first. Later, when do you want to go to Baie Town to find them and how do you want to fight them?"

, I won’t stop you.”

After typing the question, I can still use my privileges to help you.

Of course, Yang Ruoqing kept these words in her heart, but could not say them out loud.

After saying it, the little cousin is still not allowed to float into the sky?

Because of Yang Huazhong's persuasion, brothers Yang Yongzhi and Yang Yongqing temporarily gave up their decision to go to Baie Town.

After staying, everyone worked together to arrange the funeral of little old Yangtou.

In the next two or three days, everyone held a lively funeral for little old Yangtou according to the customs in this area.

In this funeral, Lao Yangtou was the person who surprised Lao Yang's family and the villagers of Changping Village the most.

Because the old man stayed with his brother from beginning to end. Before the burial, the old man sat beside the door.

After the burial, the coffin was carried to the ancestral hall, and the old man stayed by the coffin, almost never leaving.

On the early morning of the third day, when the sky was bright and bright, the entrances to the courtyards on both sides of the road leading from the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village to the mountains behind the village all hung up fine-eyed sieves or Bagua mirrors in tacit agreement.

Because early this morning, little old Yangtou's coffin was going to pass through this road and be sent to the mountains for burial.

Luo Fengtang also rushed back to the village in the middle of the night. Without even entering the house, he rushed to the ancestral hall to participate in the last ritual of little old Yangtou and kowtow for the last time.

The funeral finally came to an end. Except for the ignorant children, everyone in Lao Yang's family was so tired that they fell on their backs.

"Everyone is tired. Let's go home and have a good rest. We will come over to Sanfang for dinner at noon."

Old Yangtou was pushed out by Yu Xingkui, and he explained to everyone in this rare and loving manner.

When Yang Huazhong's brothers saw Old Yang's old and haggard appearance, they were also very distressed.

Yang Huazhong looked at Old Yangtou's sallow face and said, "Dad, you have been exhausted these past few days. Why don't you go and have a rest later?"

Old Yang shook his head, "I can't sleep. When I close my eyes, it's your uncle."

"He left in a hurry, without even saying goodbye."

It's a pity to say it, but Huangquan Road is a one-way street, there is no turning back.

"Dad, my brother-in-law has also reached that age, so he is in mourning," Yang Huazhong consoled him. "Although he passed away suddenly and did not have time to explain to us, compared to those who are bedridden, my brother-in-law is already very lucky.

Well, at least I didn’t suffer at all.”

Lao Yangtou actually agreed with Yang Huazhong's statement.

There is a saying that there is no filial son in bedside for a long time. No matter how filial your children and grandchildren are, they will wait for the disease for a long time, urinate every day, use medicine and stone constantly, waste people and money, and have to endure the bad temper of the patient who is tortured by the disease...

No matter how good the children and grandchildren are, there will be times when they get tired. Even if they don't say it, in their hearts they are hoping that the old man will leave as soon as possible.

The old man himself was also in pain.

What makes a person happiest?

That means you can run and jump by yourself, eat what you want, and walk where you want.

Therefore, for those elderly people, what they look forward to most is that they can fall asleep in the future, and do not let them experience the pain of slow cutting of flesh before death.

Walking easily is a relief and a blessing.

"Dad, you haven't had a few bites of food in the past few days. If you continue like this, your body will collapse." Yang Huazhong said again.

"When you go back later, let them give you a whole mouthful of food first. You can go to bed when you are full, okay?"

Old Yang looked at Yang Huazhong's bloodshot eyes and then at his bandaged leg.

Sighing, "Okay, daddy listens to you, but your father has to listen to daddy and go back to bed and lie down, unless you don't want this leg."

Yang Huazhong smiled sincerely. How long had it been before father and son could sit down and chat so calmly?

Beside him, Yang Huazhou was secretly sighing as he listened to all this.

Dad seems to be less confused now and has returned to the sensible and communicative old man he once was.

As long as Dad doesn't make mistakes, the smoky atmosphere hanging over Lao Yang's family will gradually dissipate. How wonderful!

…

Luo family.

Although during the funeral arrangements, everyone deliberately took care of Yang Ruoqing, a pregnant woman, and did not let her do many things like kneeling and kowtowing, but Yang Ruoqing spent most of her time at the ancestral hall except for eating and sleeping.

While the rest of Lao Yang's family followed the Taoist priest and performed various religious rituals, she sat on the hard stool next to them and watched quietly.

Occasionally, I would get up and put a few sticks of incense in the bowl of raw rice in front of the spiritual tablet.

So after the funeral, she was so tired that her back ached and she lay fully clothed on the couch and didn't want to get up.

When Luo Fengtang came back from outside, what he saw in front of him was someone lying on a lazy couch with his belly raised high, just like Zhu Bajie lying in the watermelon field after eating enough watermelon.

It has no image at all!

But in Luo Fengtang's eyes, Yang Ruoqing with such an image was really naive.

He came over and gently scratched her nose.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly opened her eyes.

Seeing that it was him, I felt half asleep and sat up immediately.

Luo Fengtang quickly stretched out his hand to support her, "Slow down, slow down, don't dodge your waist."

Yang Ruoqing held her back and smiled helplessly.

"When did I become so fragile? Like a porcelain doll."

"Now there are three people, more fragile than porcelain dolls." Luo Fengtang made an unprecedented joke.

Yang Ruoqing did not answer his question, but held his arm and sat up, raised her head and asked him: "Have you gone to see Ye Yi?"

Luo Fengtang nodded: "I just came from his side."

"That boy was seriously injured," Yang Ruoqing said. "Because of my fifth uncle, one of his arms was almost lost."

Luo Fengtang said 'hmm', "Ye Yi is just that kind of person, treating irrelevant people like stones in an ice cellar."

"The life of a recognized person, or the recognized person's family, can be given away, let alone an arm?"

"Hey, that's the truth, but the wound... was almost broken. Thinking about it makes me sweat for him." Yang Ruoqing added.
Chapter completed!